NHL Mega-Mock Draft Reboot - Discussion / Draft Thread – A WHOLE NOTHER PHASE TWENTY-ONE!

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There's a sorcerer out there that someone better take
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Another shitty, pointless game against another shitty, pointless NHL organization tonight. Another chance to f*** up the draft.

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We start the day with @ajgoal on the clock, @Magua on deck, @BigToe going to market on the lido deck, and Bigglesworth blazing a J on the lido afterdeck.

It's overcast and foggy today, which is very cool, especially out here in EB Egypt with the wilderness backdrop and whatnot. But then I walked outside and had to start looking out for the bear in the dim light and the fog. And that, of course, made me think of Cocaine Bear, although in the middle of nowhere you are probably talking more like Meth Bear, I guess. Anyway, as much as I would like to hug a bear and race a bear, I do not want to hug or race Cocaine Bear.

You know when you have a circle of close friends you work with and you go out and get hammered and you high-five or hug each other over nothing while you shout into each other's faces to be heard? That's what it was like at the second country club - the one that c*** Sandy managed, member? There were three of us who made up the core of the staff's social life, and we went out and got hammered every single night for two years straight. Every night there were various co-workers that we would invite to go with us or would follow us around and just be there. We usually maneuvered to swerve those who sucked, but we couldn't always avoid them. One of these hangers-on who sucked was a guy named Kevin, a tall-ish guy who lived in an apartment that looked as if it had been used to film shitty 90s soft-core Cinemax movies. We were all pretty sure that he used cocaine. None of us did, but you could just kind of tell. All chefs definitely use cocaine, and there were times when he acted like a chef. He didn't suddenly start cooking or anything, but he did suddenly lose his shit from time to time - very chef-like.

Anyway, the point is that I never wanted to hug f***ing Kevin any more than I want to hug Cocaine Bear. It's probably for the best, if you think about it.
 
Another shitty, pointless game against another shitty, pointless NHL organization tonight. Another chance to f*** up the draft.

grandma-angry.gif


We start the day with @ajgoal on the clock, @Magua on deck, @BigToe going to market on the lido deck, and Bigglesworth blazing a J on the lido afterdeck.

It's overcast and foggy today, which is very cool, especially out here in EB Egypt with the wilderness backdrop and whatnot. But then I walked outside and had to start looking out for the bear in the dim light and the fog. And that, of course, made me think of Cocaine Bear, although in the middle of nowhere you are probably talking more like Meth Bear, I guess. Anyway, as much as I would like to hug a bear and race a bear, I do not want to hug or race Cocaine Bear.

You know when you have a circle of close friends you work with and you go out and get hammered and you high-five or hug each other over nothing while you shout into each other's faces to be heard? That's what it was like at the second country club - the one that c*** Sandy managed, member? There were three of us who made up the core of the staff's social life, and we went out and got hammered every single night for two years straight. Every night there were various co-workers that we would invite to go with us or would follow us around and just be there. We usually maneuvered to swerve those who sucked, but we couldn't always avoid them. One of these hangers-on who sucked was a guy named Kevin, a tall-ish guy who lived in an apartment that looked as if it had been used to film shitty 90s soft-core Cinemax movies. We were all pretty sure that he used cocaine. None of us did, but you could just kind of tell. All chefs definitely use cocaine, and there were times when he acted like a chef. He didn't suddenly start cooking or anything, but he did suddenly lose his shit from time to time - very chef-like.

Anyway, the point is that I never wanted to hug f***ing Kevin any more than I want to hug Cocaine Bear. It's probably for the best, if you think about it.
How the f*** are you going to race a bear in a wheelchair you geriatric f***? Oh, downhill. Carry on.
 
I’ve watched more hockey than a rational person should watch, and I’ve learned one thing over the years: the heavier the better.

The Honolulu Ghibli get elemental with our Team Element: Oganesson (Og)

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Big boy atomic #118 -- the heaviest element -- has an atomic mass of almost 300. Huzzah! It’s so radioactively large and in charge, it can only be created synthetically (first in 2002). And only a few atoms have ever been created, each of which survived for less than a millisecond. That’s what I call a hard to find skill-set. Like most heavy special skill-sets, Oganesson has no actual biological role. But we believe that’s only because it hasn’t yet found the right role. It will be developed into a positive contributor on the periodic table.

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@BigToe — melodic BigToe! Falsified BigToe! Superimposed BigToe!
 
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Official sorcerer of the Jacksonville Methgators: THE WIZARD OF ID!
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Any thoughts Macho Man?

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OOOOH YEAH!
The Macho Man Randy Savage, YEAH, is a wizard in his own right, YEAH. Why? Cause I got a decent match out of Hulk Hogan, that’s why, YEAH! So, keep on snapping into those Slim Jim’s, OOOH YEAH!! And keep your eyes off Miss Elizabeth, OOOH YEAH!!

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Back to you, BiggE

@Asnito , come conjure up a pick, ooh yeah!
 
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